GRANDPARENTS

Nevermore

This poem is about my grandmother who died in a hospital and how I recall everything she was to me.Glycerinne Tennan.

I loved your bright blue eyes,
Now I cannot see them.
Nevermore...

I loved your beautiful voice,
Now it's cracked and hoarse.
Nevermore...

I loved the warmth you radiated,
Now I feel your warmth drain away.
Nevermore...

I loved the energetic spirit.
Now, still, you lay
Nevermore...

I loved your sincere smile,
Now it is a feeble attempt to say, "I'm fine."
Nevermore...

I loved how you said you'd be there forever,
Now I hate these cold machines.
Nevermore...

You were the sun in my gloom,
The permanent darkness has taken over now.
You left us all, with help from them,
The spider-like ghosts
That float away in white coats,
Ashamed of their work,
Yet proud that the deed is done.

Sobbing and broken, we stand and watch.
As they switch off the machines,
As they remove the dripping needles,
As they check the heart they know has stopped,
As they tell us all
You're gone forever.

Nevermore...

VIEW: i know this feeling and i hate that day when my grandparents left me.i miss them.they were with me since my birth and i just cant say how i feel.

STILL I RISE

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


Maya Angelou.

THE MOTHER

The Mother That Loves
The Mother That Cares
The Mother That Helps
The Mother That Worries
The Mother That's With You Through It All
The Mother That Raised You To Be Who ANd What You Are
The Mother That Encourages You
The Mother That Works Hard For You
The Mother That Sacrifices
The Mother That Is Here Only For You
The Mother That Has Lived All These Years For You
The Mother That Is Surviving Only For You
The Mother That Is Here
The Mother That Is There, For, This Mother Is Everywhere
The Mother That Is Kind
The Mother That Is Warm-Hearted
The Mother That Is Super-Women
The Mother Of All Mother's...

This Is Dedecated To My Mother


Nesmah Elsayed.